My name is Edward Shumiro. I am a dead man, a vampire.

When I was alive, I always imagined what the world would be like after death, but now it seems that there is not much difference from being alive, except that I cannot feel body temperature and I do not feel pain. Oh, by the way, I still have to suck blood from time to time, because Orlando said that the internal organs of the Bloods are petrified and must be moistened with foreign blood to maintain the normal functioning of the organs, otherwise I will turn into weathered stone.

Is this immortality?

Because I'm a night walker and can't be exposed to the sun, I can only nest in Orlando's castle during the day. Speaking of which, Orlando's castle was originally located in a dense jungle by the sea. Orlando told me that in his time, it was a prosperous city-state, and this castle was the center of the city-state, and then due to the invasion of demons, the soldiers and civilians in the city-state died and fled, and the city-state was deserted, and the buildings in the city were weathered and collapsed one after another, and after more than two hundred years of erosion, they gradually became a forest, and only this castle still stands today.

At night, I wandered around the woods and found the remains of many buildings. Orlando's words seemed to be true, and he did not directly respond to the question of whether the ancient city-state he spoke of was his hometown. Orlando said that on the day we become Bloodborne, everything should be dissociated from when we were human. A new name must be used. Orlando asked me when I was going to give myself a new name. I flatly refused, because I still had some concerns about the things in my life, and I couldn't just let it go.

Orlando didn't force me either, he said, this is the stage that every new member of the Bloodline must go through. In addition, there is one more thing that new members must go through: and that is training. Orlando went out every day to find some chickens, pigs, dogs and other livestock to come back and let me suck blood; although for vampires from humans, human blood can exert its own strength more than animal blood, but Orlando said that people who have just become a blood clan should not directly suck human blood until they have enough power control in their own bodies, otherwise, they are likely to be controlled by their bloodthirsty nature and become monsters in the world. I understand Orlando's concern, that the reason why the Bloods are declaring their wolf status is precisely because of the existence of those who don't have enough self-control to suck human blood.

For this reason, in the following time, Orlando limited my range of activities to the vicinity of castles and woods, and he taught me how to control and use the power of the Bloodline, and how to freely manipulate spatial magic.

In this way, ten years have passed.

One day, he called me to me and said, "Have you figured it out? You're going to have a new name." ”

I shook my head.

"Looks like you still have some things to do with the past, go ahead and finish it. "Orlando sees through my mind.

"You're letting me go?"

"I'm sure you'll be back. ”

With Orlando's permission, I left the woods.

After ten years of isolation and lack of information, the world outside the woods has become a chaotic world.

Even without the help of my army, the siege of the imperial capital of Relman has been successfully lifted, and almost all the invading elves have been killed, but the mighty Shumiro Empire has fallen into another disaster.

I was not mistaken, Mondrien was not as good as his father Nero the Great, and he could not lead the empire back on the right track. After the disappearance of the common enemy, the legitimacy of the so-called succession of Mondrien the Great to the throne was questioned, and the scourge of war broke out between him and his two brothers. The Thumiro Empire, which had created countless glories, erupted in an unprecedented civil war, with soldiers panicking and killing, and the armies loyal to the three brothers fighting each other in this splendid land, and the three warring camps were evenly matched and did not give in to each other, and after a few years, the huge 400-year-old empire would finally be divided into three and die.

However, this qiē has nothing to do with me. Because I have dedicated my life to the empire during my lifetime, there is no need to serve a crumbling empire after death. The only reason why I want to go back to the troubled times is to find a man.

Since I've mastered the spatial magic of the Bloodline, it's not hard to find someone.

One night, in a dilapidated tavern, I found this destitute, drunk, coughing man. He looked far more than ten years old, I could smell a foul smell in his blood, years of alcoholism, so that a large amount of impurities alcohol seeped into the internal organs, starting from the liver, the main functions of the various organs have been completely exhausted, it seems that death is not far away, but before death, the disease will make him suffer a lot.

The so-called "Captain of the Knights Templar" was just a fancy lie, and the Central Church continued to play on their "fine" tradition of crossing rivers and tearing bridges and breaking bridges, and after squeezing out all his surplus value, Woody was ruthlessly abandoned. Now Woody has nothing, and the only thing that accompanies him is the sword he built with his own hands to kill me, "Endless Sigh".

It was clear that Woody cherished the sword. At the door of the tavern just now, a few thugs stared at this scrawny, swaying drunkard with a sword, and wanted to snatch his sword for money, but Woody resisted desperately. Although his physical condition can no longer reproduce the majestic posture of his youth, it can be seen from the way he fought just now that he does attach great importance to the sword.

"Yo! You're here. ”

It was the first thing he said when he saw me after sitting next to Woody. Woody wasn't surprised that someone who was supposed to die suddenly reappeared in front of him. Perhaps he thought it was a hallucination caused by alcohol, or perhaps he had seen it many times in his dreams, and Woody reacted as if he had become accustomed to it.

I took the wine and drank with him, just as the two of us had done for the past ten years. Woody also clinked glasses with me with skillful movements. Maybe even he can't tell whether what he sees in front of him is reality or illusion.

After drinking, I killed him.

Looking at Woody's corpse, I didn't feel the anger after being murdered, the resentment after being deceived, or the pleasure after revenge. Have I already let go of everything I had done as a human being?

Or so it is.

Because I knew for myself that I had killed Woody not to take revenge, but to free him from his misery. Woody spent most of his life, trying his best to set up a situation and calculate, thinking that he was playing with everyone around him, but he didn't expect that it was himself who was calculated, Woody was too tired and should have a good rest. I didn't turn him into a vampire, because death should be peaceful, and Edward Shumiro is enough to be haunted by mundane things after death. I would never kill anyone I considered a companion, and that's why I killed Woody. Because Woody wasn't my companion, he was Edward Shumiro's companion.

I returned to the castle with an "endless sigh" after a 10-year absence.

Orlando awaits me.

"Is the business done?" Orlando asked.

"Yes. I smiled bitterly, "Everything that should be broken has already been broken." ”

"Good. Now it's finally time to get started. ”

"What to start?"

"While every new member of the Bloodline has to be trained, there has never been one like you who has been trained for 10 years before. ”

"Oh?"

"Because you have to be strong enough to withstand all my blood. ”

"You're all blood?

"As I told you before, you're going to be the new leader of the Bloodline. To do this, you need to infuse the full blood of an Primordial Elder. In this way, not only will you be able to gain all of my powers, but you will also be able to ascend from a Nightcrawler to a Daywalker, unhindered in the sun, and only then will you have the capital to confront the other three Primordial Elders. ”

"You gave me all your blood, so what will happen to you?"

"Petrified, dried, crushed, dissipated, and finally died. It's real death. ”

"Since you yourself are one of the original elders of the Blood Clan, why don't you lead the Blood Clan yourself, but go around in such a big circle?"

"I'm tired. Orlando was a little helpless, "Don't think that immortality is a great thing, it's a curse." For more than 200 years, I really wanted to rest, to return to the embrace of death. ”

"And then you threw such a big burden at me? irresponsible. I scoffed.

"There's another reason for that. Orlando smiled meaningfully, "The other three guys are my enemies now, but they're also my companions. We've fought demons and werewolves together, and we've fought side by side for far longer than we've been enemies of each other. But if you want to unify the entire blood clan, you can't tolerate the three of them, and I don't want to kill any of my companions with my own hands. ”

At this point, Orlando came to an abrupt halt. He was waiting for my reply. I finally understood why Orlando chose me among thousands of people, because I was the same kind of person as him.

"Okay. I promise you. ”

Edward Thumiro is dead. Now I am the vampire prince Dekra.

23：39。

"Which one will you choose to save, two companions?" the Prince of Vampire put a dilemma in front of Sophia.

"I'm ......" Sophia looked pained, her hand trembling as she wore the Spatial Teleportation Ring. Choosing to save one of them is tantamount to letting the other die. It's not so much that she chooses to save, it's that she chooses which companion to kill.

But time was pressing, and she couldn't afford to hesitate.

Sophia took a deep breath, she finally made a choice.

The priestess knelt down and took Dani's hand.

"Sister Sophia......" Dani was surprised, and joy flooded her face, but when her eyes met Ray, guilt overwhelmed her gaze.

"It doesn't matter. Get her out. I'll fight to the death!" Ray never flinched in the face of death, and after making it clear that he wasn't chosen by Sophia, he was even more open-minded.

"No, neither of you will die!" cried Sophia, "let me kill one companion to save the other, I can't do it." As she spoke, she held Ray's hand with her other hand, "I want to save both of you!"

Pink spatial teleportation light shone around Sophia, forming a ball of light that enveloped the three of them......

After the pink magic glow faded, Dani's Ray found himself lying on a grass screen outside the barrier, and less than 10 steps away was Joika.

"What is this?" Dany suddenly felt something tightly tied in her palm, and she spread out her palm to see that it was Sophia's Spatial Teleportation Ring.

"Where's Sophia? where is she?" asked Joyka in three steps and two steps.

"Could it be ......" Ray looked at him in disbelief and returned to the blood-red magic barrier.

After the pink ball of light in the barrier disappeared, Sophia remained on her knees, maintaining her hands clenched.

"Both of them have to be saved. Just let me stay. ”